A quick finish

Stanley seemed to pickup strength and speed each time he thrust his cock deep into my ass...at least for a moment. Less than two minutes after he started, he gripped my shoulders tightly and emptied the contents of his balls into my ass. When he was spent, he held me in place. I could feel his cock growing soft until it finally slipped out of me. Then he finally let me go.

I pulled my pants up as I turned to face him. I regretted getting him involved with this as soon as I saw his pale, lost little face. The post nut clarity of everything that had just happened was written all over it.

"Hey man, it's okay," I assured him.

"No, it's not," Stanley muttered softly. "I...I just ass fucked another man."

"Damn right you did, and you were very good at it too."

"But... I'm a married man. A straight married man. I just cheated on Carol with another man. What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"Listen here, Stanley," I said, grabbing him by the arm. "Don't fucking blame yourself. It doesn't matter if you are straight or not. What matters is that you needed to bust a bit and you took what you needed, like a fucking alpha. If it's anybody's fault it's Carol. If she had sucked your cock, you wouldn't have needed me and your wife would now be lying in bed with a pussy full of your cum. Instead she's probably in bed looking at kitten videos on Facebook."

"She probably is," he said. "I tried to kiss her and she told me she has a headache. Then she rolled over and started looking at her phone."

"Then don't feel bad because you should have been giving it to her, not me," I said. "She sent you down here to me."

I saw the sadness on his face fade as he started considering my bullshit. We both knew that he was down here because he liked what he got in the truck, but Stanley wasn't ready to accept that yet.

"I'm not looking to be your boyfriend or anything like that," I said. "I'm happily married to Susan, I am just here to lend a hand, same as when I helped you move the couch last summer. If you need it again any other time, just let me know and I'll be over as soon as I can."

"Really?"

"Seriously dude, it's no big deal."

The fact that he had just busted his proverbial homosexual cherry was a big deal, but he wasn't ready to face that quite yet.

"I don't know that I'll need that kind of help again, though," Stanley said. "It was just a one time thing, you know."

"I understand," I said, deciding to push the lie a little. "I mean...you were pretty damned good at it though. I probably won't be able to walk straight tomorrow after that. Carol must be crazy to turn that down."

He smiled as he fully accepted the line of bullshit I was spreading, and I was absolutely positive this wouldn't be our last time meeting in the garage.

"I should probably go take a shower," he said. "Thanks for your...help."

"Any time."

I let myself out of the garage and headed home.